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I just let myself into my sister's house and raided her fridge. I made a chicken sandwich and I'm gonna lay on the couch and watch Law&Order reruns. I just love that I can do this, it's like having two homes. I bring over my laundry sometimes. It just makes me happy every day that I have a big sister. It doesn't matter that I'm all grown up and have adult responsibilities and even keep secrets from her, it's cool that I can always count on her.

I also love her dog Karma. So I love having a dog when I want without the responsibility. (I'm sharing my sandwich with her now)

Walking behind a really old guy and suddenly seeing him fall down an open manhole cover...

Hehehe. No I kid! I kid!

What makes me happy? Having a job that requires me to do virtually nothing and only work weekends. Summer makes makes me happy. Writing makes me happy, especially when I've got a creative buzz on. Driving a classic car with a big ass V8 makes me happy. Watching the cat wake up, look at me and try to meow, but not be able to because her throat's too dry; then watching her go drink some water and come back to meow her ass off. That always gets a laugh outta me. Oh, and sleeping with a girl and feeling her big boobs press against my back. That's nice.

Being able to take a couple of days off and coupling them with my scheduled days off and be able to travel without having to burn vacation time makes me happy. It feels like I'm getting away with something.

Watching my godson discover new things and actually see his little mind work. The kid is very creative.

What always perks me up is when I rip out someone's eyeballs and while they're still alive I like to hold their eyeballs in front of my eyes and pretend that I'm seeing things from their point of view.

I felt really happy when I thought I was getting some free Jelly Beans.

So the Jelly Belly website gives away 100 free samples a day. Whenever I've clicked the samples link before it had just said that there had already been 100 participants, today though, I click the link and there's the survey to fill in to get the free samples!! Eeep.
So I fill in the form and then later I'm reading the site and it says the offer's for residential addresses only, and specifically not available for halls of residence. :(:(:(:(:(:(:(

I know its lame but reading girly beauty magazines like allure or cosmo always makes me happy. its just so relaxing looking at all of the pretty clothes and reading all of the articles. I also like watching funny movies. That always makes me happy too.

What always perks me up is when I rip out someone's eyeballs and while they're still alive I like to hold their eyeballs in front of my eyes and pretend that I'm seeing things from their point of view.

It gets me giddy.

I've got this idea for a Mortal Kombat Fatality, where Jax jumps into the air with an Ong Bok elbow that lands straight on the top of the guy's head, and then the head flies through the body and out the ass, then bounces away.

It used to be my dog kaiser, and it used to be basketball. Kaiser's dead and I haven't played basketball since I moved to LA.

I was talking with my cousin the other day about baseball, and how fun it is, and then I realized that I may never play baseball again. The opportunity just never presents itself. I love playing outfield, you're all alone out there in the fresh grass. And how pro do you feel when somebody wails the ball out, so far and so high, and then you just hold your glove up and his little parade is all over, that satisfying catching sound. How pro is that? You don't even have to call him a bitch.

I used to play outfield for a team of misfits. We were the last team to sign up, a late sponsorship. Everybody on the team was everybody that was forgot to sign up or couldn't, so we all sucked except for me and a huge guy that could knock the ball outta the park. We had a kid that slid every base, and a really wussy kid that had to hit his puffer every ten seconds. Would have been a perfect Mighty Ducks/Little Giants type movie if we could have pulled through against all the odds, but we ended up coming in last. I quit like halfway through the year because our points were so low it was impossible to even get to the finals.

laffy taffy chocolate peperments makes me happy,i even look at the jokes on the taffy rappers,i'm such a loser ha!
laffay taffy is the whole reason i go to school everyday,when i get my dumb award for perfect attendance i'll tell everyone it was because of laffy taffy.
oh ya and i'm turning 16 on the last day of this month that makes me happy
i'll be able to get my permit! i can't even back the car up without slamming on the brakes! ha ha ha:banana: :banana: :banana:

I was talking with my cousin the other day about baseball, and how fun it is, and then I realized that I may never play baseball again. The opportunity just never presents itself. I love playing outfield, you're all alone out there in the fresh grass. And how pro do you feel when somebody wails the ball out, so far and so high, and then you just hold your glove up and his little parade is all over, that satisfying catching sound. How pro is that? You don't even have to call him a bitch.

I used to play outfield for a team of misfits. We were the last team to sign up, a late sponsorship. Everybody on the team was everybody that was forgot to sign up or couldn't, so we all sucked except for me and a huge guy that could knock the ball outta the park. We had a kid that slid every base, and a really wussy kid that had to hit his puffer every ten seconds. Would have been a perfect Mighty Ducks/Little Giants type movie if we could have pulled through against all the odds, but we ended up coming in last. I quit like halfway through the year because our points were so low it was impossible to even get to the finals.

man, that's a horrible story and it makes me sad. i mean, baseball is a shit sport.

man, that's a horrible story and it makes me sad. i mean, baseball is a shit sport.

Well, I don't have many basketball stories. The sport is just way too boring, too high scoring. I did play for awhile and was mostly just good for rebounds. We played at school at recess and after school, and one time a retarded kid tried to hug me. He came out of nowhere, and it was just me and a friend at the court, so what's a nigga gonna do? I pushed him off of me when he went in for the squeeze, and then I said, "Get away from me, you fucking retard." My friend Tyler called me a dick and walked him away. Years later I saw a WWF match with Stone Cold and Shawn Michaels where a retard ran into the ring, and Stone Cold got pissed off, the ref took the retard down, and then Shawn Michaels pulled the ref off and walked the retard back to his seat. I can totally identify with Austin here, I was pissed, too, and of all the shitty things I've done which I regret, I don't regret that retard incident. So he's retarded and that sucks (not really, from a happiness perspective) but that doesn't give a guy the right to interfere with shit.

although it usually ends in drinking, just hanging out with my fellas chuck and pete and bullshittin about all life's intricacies is fun for me
creating stuff like that fight club 2 website and that myspace stuff is also fun
aside from that, sadly, nothing really hits the fun meter

Spring, Summer and Fall, crawling through the window, out to the flat roof to my roof garden. I hop out there with grillables, a book and a bottle of wine or Scotch. I spend alot of time out there.
It ain't much, but it's my little urban oasis. It makes me happy.

I love the feeling I get when I'm sitting in the car and it's raining hard as hell outside... especially when it's bitterly cold. I love that feeling, it reminds me of being warm and safe and sleepy as a child. The vibration of the car slowly brings slumber with it and for that short while you just feel as content and satiated as you did when the biggest decision in your life was which sweets to buy.

Spring! The smell of the earth coming back to life, the first Robin, The Forcythias in bloom, the first crocus to emerge through the soil....all of it. The day that I smell Spring in the air I get all giddy and excited. I start planning the gardens and talking to friends about working in theirs. I love Spring!

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